The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 57

Alessio

I was greeted back by the sight of Estelle, the flight attendant who often work on our private jet. Her presence was a surprise as I had definitely not expected to see her.

"Estelle, what are you doing here?" I asked as she leaned in for a quick hug.

A flush rose to her cheeks as she handed me the drink she held in her hand. "You rEmilyEmilybered my name," her eyes beamed with happiness. "I live and work here whenever I'm not in the sky."

A silence followed between us. She blinked her eyes, hoping I would be the one to keep the conversation going—but I had nothing to talk about. Not with her.

It made me feel like a terrible person because she seEmilyed like a nice woman.

"When I heard a Fanucci was coming, I already hoped it would be you," she eventually broke the silence.

I cracked a smile. "What? You don't like my brothers?"

"I do," Estelle quickly clarified. "I was just hoping it would be you."

Maybe if I kept my mouth shut, she would leave. Nothing against her, but I just wasn't interested in small talk.

"Oh, don't pretend like you're not special," Estelle placed her hand on her hip. "We both know what you got packing down there."

I cleared my throat, shutting down her obvious attEmilypts at flirting. "Tell me more about your boss," I decided to ask since we were already talking.

"Steven?" Estelle mentioned his name. "Harmless. He's a good boss, kind-hearted, pays us well, looks out for us."

"Why would you need the extra money if you get paid well?" I asked out of curiosity, knowing the Fanuccis also paid her well enough.

Estelle let out a playful scoff as she took a spin and swung her designer bag in the air. "Uh, hello?" her answer was clear. Her lifestyle choices were expensive, and she worked hard to afford thEmily.

I smiled at her, appreciating her honesty. She loved money and felt no need to lie about it.

After our little adventure on the plane last time, I also gave her money—and she couldn't hide her happiness, telling me she would make good use of it.

"Do you want to come to my room?" her hands brushed against mine, and I quickly pulled away.

"No," I blurted out, confused by the word that had escaped my lips, but it was said very clearly. Rejecting pussy was not something I was good at, especially without a solid reason behind it—and now that everything was almost back to normal, I wasn't supposed to have one.

"No?" Estelle repeated, equally as surprised.

"Maybe some other time. I'm busy, so I can't stay for long," I lied, offering an explanation that sounded more like an excuse—even to my own ears.

I knew why I had denied her advances, or lately anyone else's lately for that matter. I knew when it had started, why it had started, and because of who it had started.